In the whispering mountains, where the shadows play,
The sun dips low, washing colors in its sway.
The crisp autumn breeze carries tales from afar,
Of nights spent dreaming beneath a silver star.
With my heart in the valley, your hand in mine,
We walk through the twilight, where the world feels divine.
Every whispered moment, every glance that we share,
Fills the silent spaces with a love deep and rare.
As dusk wraps the hills in a velvet embrace,
I find my home in the warmth of your face.
The echoes of laughter dance on the night,
Drawing us closer, igniting the light.
The crackling fire sings an old lullaby,
We tell stories of futures as the shadows sigh.
With each spark rising high, like our dreams taking flight,
We’ll wander together, through the heart of the night.
In the whispering mountains, where the stars intertwine,
Our love is a compass, forever it will shine.
So here in the silence, as the world falls asleep,
I’ll hold you eternally, in this promise we keep.
So let the breeze carry us, where the wildflowers roam,
For in your embrace, I’ve finally found home.
Folk
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